Huaibi

Within two days, someone in the high hall in the front hall was raped.

Ping Huaizhen has always been less angry, but there is no room for turning around when he launched Tianweilai, and he was charged with three or two crimes, so he banished the court and his family from Beijing.

Those who were involved in it all hunched back and shivered slightly, with cold sweat dripping on their foreheads, knowing that the crimes that the emperor said could be the true meaning of the emperor?The matter of turning a blind eye and turning a blind eye in the past is turned over to settle old scores at this juncture. Who doesn't understand the meaning?

This is offending people who shouldn't be offended.

Today's world is different, there is only one emperor, and he only says "Yes" and "No", even the Supreme Emperor can't interfere.

It's a pity that this theory makes people who have been in the court for many years confused, and they have to learn a lesson to wake up their minds.Fortunately, at least this time in the past, no matter whether it is sincere respect or hypocritical respect, no one will easily disagree with Li Qingjue.

Ping Huaizhen managed to calm down some of the anger, but Li Qingjue was still the same Li Qingjue, his expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, not to mention a few words, he settled down to buy a family and renovate the old house, turning the gray He Mansion into a bright new one.

During the great heat, Li Qingjue moved here from the suburbs of Beijing with his nephew, brother and sister-in-law to catch up with the extremely hot weather.

There are still not many servants in the mansion, and a housewarming banquet that day made the already scarce manpower even more overwhelming. Countless people come and go when the new plaques come down at the gate of the mansion. Come to join in the fun, I'm afraid I won't be able to curry favor with you.Regardless of past suspicions, Li Qingjue greeted all visitors with a smile no matter who they were. The audience spoke auspicious words and praised this mansion, as if they had never seen it before.

The heat was scorching, and my brother and sister-in-law helped to cool down with several altars of good wine and entertained guests to cool off. Li Qingjue couldn't say whether he could drink well or not, but he didn't stop drinking very much that day. Shallow, I don't know whether it is drunk or hot.

Li Ruining was worried for most of the day, stepped forward to help him, staggered slightly with him, finally grabbed the porcelain cup firmly and put it down, and helped him back to the dormitory.Li Qingjue was still able to walk comfortably, and only leaned against him a little bit. After a while, he pulled him to stop, pointed to the other side and said, "Ruining... let's go there with uncle."

Li Ruining didn't know what he meant, just nodded and obeyed him, and followed his heart all the way to the remote place, the farther he went, the more peaceful he felt, after a while, he followed him into a courtyard, a single house with a lock in the courtyard, inexplicably felt a bit taboo.

The setting sun suddenly faded away the afterglow, Li Ruining looked forward with empty eyes, felt a chill in his palm, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, it turned out to be a copper key.

Li Qingjue looked ahead, and his voice was as soft as summer night wind: "Go, worship ancestors."

Li Ruining was shocked.

The key in his hand felt extremely heavy, and he moved forward, stepping faster, unlocked and pushed open the old door, the scene in his eyes was dim and hazy, but for some reason he could see it clearly—it was the blood-stained He family. Tablets stood in front of him, and he met him for the first time in more than ten years.

Li Ruining's heart was full of indescribable things, he stepped forward and knelt down, and kowtowed deeply three times, the sound was muffled, as if passing through the reincarnation of the years, to the He family that was still prosperous many years ago.

And amidst the muffled sound, Li Qingjue stood in the courtyard for a long time, not daring to enter.

Now that he finally brought his nephew to the spirit of his closest relatives, he felt ashamed.

He was ashamed of being away from his side when he was young and not loving Rui Ning even more, he was ashamed that the blood feud of the He family was rarely repaid in this life, and he was ashamed of his ambition to protect the reserve, so that the crown prince ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, but... in the end he failed to protect both of them innocent .

How would he tell his father the word "Ning" at the top, and how would he let his father see clearly the incompatibility between him and Ping Huaizhen.

Li Qingjue stepped back step by step, gradually retreating to the side of the tree in the courtyard, leaning against the damp tree trunk, getting more and more dizzy, and slowly slid to sit and close his eyes...

When he woke up again, when the dew was deeper, Li Qingjue was in the dormitory, and someone beside the couch waited for a long time with worried eyebrows, and wiped his sweat with a wet handkerchief many times.

"Are you sober?" Seeing him open his eyes, Ping Huaizhen put down his wet handkerchief to help him up, teasingly said, "It's not like I've never been drunk before, but I dared to drink so uncontrollably that I fell asleep under a tree. "

Li Qingjue smiled slightly after hearing the words: "Why are you here?"

"Why didn't you come?" Ping Huaizhen asked without answering, and reached out to caress the back of his neck. It was inconvenient to wipe it off just now, but a few strands of hair were soaked in sweat. You will be wet and sticky all over, I am afraid that you will not dare not come if you are exposed to the heat, and you will not dare to leave when you come, you have to guard to be at ease."

Li Qingjue was moved in his heart, and tugged at his sleeve.

"It's indeed a bit stuffy, does the emperor want to take a bath with the minister?"

Ping Huaizhen chuckled a few times, leaned close to him with dark eyes, and kissed him on the brow: "I obey my fate."

In the middle of the night, there was no one waiting in the courtyard, and the two of them had a good time bathing in cold water behind the screen, which exhausted Li Qingjue's last bit of strength from the whole day.

Before dawn, Ping Huaizhen rushed back to the palace, and Li Qingjue happened to be Muxiu. This time, he slept for a long time without any worries. When he woke up, his body was comfortable, but his mind was empty. He felt that what he had experienced yesterday was complicated and unreal. .

He closed his eyes for a while and focused his attention for a while, his mind was clear for a long time, and he came to his senses belatedly, thinking that he would live in this He Mansion again from now on.

No, it should be the Li family, but as long as he is an official, there is no turning back.

But if you want to come, you don't need to look back. If you are a sycophant, then you will be a sycophant.

Li Qingjue bent his lips mockingly, got up to wash up, and used this day of rest to spend time with this long-lost place.

The weather gradually returned to calm, no one disturbed easily in the court, and the Supreme Emperor no longer cared about outside affairs, and the illnesses in his body became more and more serious.

Autumn came to Ye Hong, and there were occasional rumors in the palace that the Dao Emperor's wedding was imminent, but there was no preparation in the palace, which made the words seem to be true or false, making people unpredictable.

Before we could find out what happened, we were shocked to hear that there was chaos abroad. Ping Feiqing personally led troops to mark the enemy, and he was about to leave Beijing for an expedition before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ping Huaizhen went to the city to see them off, sprinkled wine for the army, and followed the horseshoes away. Before returning to the palace, he spoke to all the ministers to calm everyone's guesses.

"Today the general is going on an expedition, and I will not have an affair during the war, and the marriage will be discussed later."

Everyone present is not sorry and surprised, the emperor's good deeds have been delayed for so many years, it is too early to be in a hurry.

Only Zhao Keyang frowned unobtrusively in the crowd, his eyes flicked past Ping Huaizhen's calm expression, and then passed several people and landed on Li Qingjue's shoulder...

It's the winter of the year, and the war ends.

In another two days, the Supreme Emperor was critically ill.

Ping Huaizhen stayed at the side of the couch all the time, and had no time to care about the political affairs of the court, but within a few days, he read all the words "the dying years".

In the past, when the Supreme Emperor was the emperor, he was clearly the supreme being of heaven and earth in the eyes of the scholars, as the people called him, he could live forever.It was really hard for him to remember exactly when his father suddenly became old, his authority and health faded away, leaving only a weak and old skeleton.

Everyone is mortal, no matter the nobles or ordinary people in the village, they are just a mayfly in the world, and the sun rises and the moon sets, and the seasons change, it's just that the relatives can't get over the hurdle in their hearts.

The smell of medicinal herbs in the room is so strong that it hurts the throat. Ping Huaizhen sits quietly beside the couch and watches over the emperor who is rarely sober all day long. Sometimes he relaxes and recalls the scene when the queen mother left. He saw the woman sitting in the sedan chair with her lips Smile peacefully until death.

Now the time of the Supreme Emperor is running out, Ping Huaizhen is sad in his heart, he doesn't know who to tell, apart from Jiang Chang, Li Qingjue is the only one around.But Li Qingjue is the one person he can't say the least. Because of the pain he has suffered, Li Qingjue has suffered thousands of times, and Yu Taishang has even more hatred in front of him.

He had to suffer in silence, and knowing that the Supreme Emperor was exhausted, he could not complain or sue, he just gritted his teeth and accompanied him through the last journey.

There was a sudden low coughing and panting in the curtain, Ping Huaizhen came back to his senses in shock, lifted the curtain to visit, stroked the Taishang Emperor's back, and poured hot tea to moisten his throat.

The weather is dry in winter, and the emperor's lips are dry and chapped, but even drinking some warm water is difficult, after half a sip, he waved his hands weakly and slowly lay back under the quilt.

Ping Huaizhen seemed to be suffocating a cloud of turbid air in his throat, tightly clutching the cup with both hands, silently staring at the wild dragon on the brocade quilt, and couldn't bear to let his eyes fall on his face.

After a long time, the Taishang Huang laughed lightly, and spit out a few words of Xu Ji from his mouth, which were the words he asked a few months ago: "The emperor thinks... Is there anything wrong in my life?"

Ping Huaizhen shook his head: "Father is the emperor, there is no fault."

"There is no fault in anyone..." The Supreme Emperor shook his head, "I have been lying down these days... boring, thinking about many old things... In my life, I have heard a lot of good words and lies, and rarely a half-truth..."

His speech was intermittent, Ping Huaizhen had difficulty hearing it, he leaned over and listened, not wanting to miss a word.

"The emperor just answer it honestly... My big mistake, where is it?"

Ping Huaizhen struggled in his heart, the Taishang Emperor's eyes were cloudy, but his inner expression was still stubborn and resolute. For a moment, his thoughts went astray, and he sincerely answered what was in his mind: "Father is too suspicious, and wronged the loyal soul Chidan."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt regretful, Ping Huaizhen couldn't take it back, seeing the Supreme Emperor's wry smile suddenly, the muttering in his mouth could no longer be heard clearly.

The blame has never been revealed for many years, so why bother to speak out at this time.

It was true that Ping Huaizhen had resentment in his heart, but his admiration was deeper, so he really shouldn't answer like this. In the end, he failed to do justice to Li Qingjue, nor did he appease the Supreme Emperor.

Exhaustion swept over him, and the people on the couch closed their eyes to rest, and he also lowered the curtain, bowed his head and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of snow blowing outside.